Dahvin VonEiff In a burnt out building two men are about to make a stand against one of the worst plagues known on planet earth. This plague only came after another one that killed off most of the people on the planet, mysteriously disappearing and leaving the survivors in an empty world. This plague is not a disease, but a group of people dedicated to killing off all the surviving humans. They claim they are doing God’s work, cleaning up the scraps he missed with the apocalypse. Dahvin had always detested the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. They cause trouble wherever they crop up, killing most anybosy they run into. Those they don't kill are used for slaves or food. They are above sex and their fanatical dedication to their cause gives them a determination that hasn’t been seen in any of the failed apocalypse cults. This one is going to last for a long time.
Dahvin checks his armor and weapons, he checks the traps, he does anything to keep himself busy. Dahvin looked over to Arthur, his long time friend and nodded to him. He appreciated what Arthur was doing for him, taking up his war. He couldn’t begin to imagine how hard things would be for himself if Arthur hadn’t left the MPD with him and helped him to hunt down the Horsemen. It has been ten days of tracking and that was after two days of trying to convince the council to go after them. It has been twelve days since the Horsemen killed his wife and daughter.
Dahvin can still hear his daughter Rachel’s laughter, smell the sweet smell of his wife Amanda’s soap. He can still feel the grain of the wood of Rachel’s dollhouse he had built for her. He could still feel how silky soft his wife’s skin was. Now they are rotting in a grave and no one will ever see either of their beauty again. Thinking about how life could have been, Dahvin sharpens his determination. He is going to make these murderous bastards pay for what they have done.
A noise outside forces both men to attention. Their ballistic armor stolen from the MPD armory blending in with the dark shadows inside the building. As he looks out Dahvin sees four men on horses, each with a number of shrunken heads attached to their saddles. Their necklaces of teeth rattle as they look around, Dahvin wonders which one is his wife’s. As they begin to move away Dahvin nods to Arthur and they throw grenades out at the men. They explode into a flash of light and a bang like thunder and the ex-MPD officers come out shooting.
The sound of the automatic rifle is loud in Dahvin’s ears but to him it is the sound of sweet justice, bitter vengeance. The bullets tear into the nearest horse and it throws the rider on his head, hopefully earning him a concussion. Arthur’s bullets hit one of the riders as he tries to rub his eyes and knock the man off the horse. Unfortunately these Horsemen are the real deal, fully trained and armed for bear. They are using the military grade powered suits that make a man into a superman. It’s going to take the traps in the building to kill these men. A last spray of gunfire is shot before Dahvin and Arthur drop their empty weapons and run into the building.
Setting up behind the welcome desk, Dahvin grabs the remote for the plastique hidden under some of the rubble of the door. He peeked around the corner as the first of the Horsemen tried sprinting into the building. As he jumped over the remains of the door, Dahvin pushed the button and felt a most satisfying click just before a huge fireball wiped out the first of the four. All Dahvin can think as he runs to the next position is that he hopes that wasn’t the one to kill his wife, he died too quickly. Next it was Arthur’s turn and he was waiting behind a pillar.
Dahvin had already climbed the stairs and was watching from the second floor. They could hear the men screaming over the loss of their friend, Dahvin was glad he could make them feel at least a fragment of the pain he felt at the loss of his family. While two of the Horsemen were still grieving the third came running towards the Dahvin and Arthur as if on cue. An E.M.P is set off and the Horseman crumples to the floor. The one problem with the military grade powered suits, too heavy to move in without power. Arthur quickly moves forward and stuffs a grenade inside the armor. Blood paints the walls as Arthur makes his way past Dahvin.
The other two scream in rage as they watch their friend blown to hell. Just about now Arthur should be getting out of his armor and setting the last trap. Dahvin was already out of his armor and more than ready to kill the next Horseman. As they sprint up the stairs Dahvin dives back, pulling back on the petal and setting the spring. Dahvin dives behind a wall just in time for the Horsemen to see his feet, the automatic weapons of the Horsemen tear into the surrounding walls. As they sprint forward Dahvin can hear the pinging sound of one of the men setting off the trap. A half dozen grenades are slung at the Horsemen and they start to try to move. The next few seconds are a blur of fire, light and ringing from the explosions of six high explosive grenades.
When Dahvin looks around the wall he sees that the two men had dove behind pillars and are now pointing their weapons at him. He could feel death’s bony hand reaching for him when another flash bang goes off in between the three men. When he came to his senses Dahvin was in the final position and Arthur was looking over towards the men. Next to Dahvin and Arthur were two mannequins with their riot gear on. Too bad they can’t keep it, ballistic armor is very valuable in this chaotic world. They quickly dive out a window as they hear the Horsemen approach and fire explodes out the window they had just leapt from. Dumb bastards actually fell for the bait.
Beaten and tired, the two men make their way West with not much more than their marksman rifles. Hoping to find a new life out there protecting people, Dahvin just hopes that the fires of their bombs are not as hot as the everlasting flames those Horsemen are condemned to.
In a burnt out building two men are about to make a stand against one of the worst plagues known on planet earth. This plague only came after another one that killed off most of the people on the planet, mysteriously disappearing and leaving the survivors in an empty world. This plague is not a disease, but a group of people dedicated to killing off all the surviving humans. They claim they are doing God’s work, cleaning up the scraps he missed with the apocalypse. Dahvin had always detested the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. They cause trouble wherever they crop up, killing most anybosy they run into. Those they don't kill are used for slaves or food. They are above sex and their fanatical dedication to their cause gives them a determination that hasn’t been seen in any of the failed apocalypse cults. This one is going to last for a long time.
Dahvin checks his armor and weapons, he checks the traps, he does anything to keep himself busy. Dahvin looked over to Arthur, his long time friend and nodded to him. He appreciated what Arthur was doing for him, taking up his war. He couldn’t begin to imagine how hard things would be for himself if Arthur hadn’t left the MPD with him and helped him to hunt down the Horsemen. It has been ten days of tracking and that was after two days of trying to convince the council to go after them. It has been twelve days since the Horsemen killed his wife and daughter.
Dahvin can still hear his daughter Rachel’s laughter, smell the sweet smell of his wife Amanda’s soap. He can still feel the grain of the wood of Rachel’s dollhouse he had built for her. He could still feel how silky soft his wife’s skin was. Now they are rotting in a grave and no one will ever see either of their beauty again. Thinking about how life could have been, Dahvin sharpens his determination. He is going to make these murderous bastards pay for what they have done.
A noise outside forces both men to attention. Their ballistic armor stolen from the MPD armory blending in with the dark shadows inside the building. As he looks out Dahvin sees four men on horses, each with a number of shrunken heads attached to their saddles. Their necklaces of teeth rattle as they look around, Dahvin wonders which one is his wife’s. As they begin to move away Dahvin nods to Arthur and they throw grenades out at the men. They explode into a flash of light and a bang like thunder and the ex-MPD officers come out shooting.
The sound of the automatic rifle is loud in Dahvin’s ears but to him it is the sound of sweet justice, bitter vengeance. The bullets tear into the nearest horse and it throws the rider on his head, hopefully earning him a concussion. Arthur’s bullets hit one of the riders as he tries to rub his eyes and knock the man off the horse. Unfortunately these Horsemen are the real deal, fully trained and armed for bear. They are using the military grade powered suits that make a man into a superman. It’s going to take the traps in the building to kill these men. A last spray of gunfire is shot before Dahvin and Arthur drop their empty weapons and run into the building.
Setting up behind the welcome desk, Dahvin grabs the remote for the plastique hidden under some of the rubble of the door. He peeked around the corner as the first of the Horsemen tried sprinting into the building. As he jumped over the remains of the door, Dahvin pushed the button and felt a most satisfying click just before a huge fireball wiped out the first of the four. All Dahvin can think as he runs to the next position is that he hopes that wasn’t the one to kill his wife, he died too quickly. Next it was Arthur’s turn and he was waiting behind a pillar.
Dahvin had already climbed the stairs and was watching from the second floor. They could hear the men screaming over the loss of their friend, Dahvin was glad he could make them feel at least a fragment of the pain he felt at the loss of his family. While two of the Horsemen were still grieving the third came running towards the Dahvin and Arthur as if on cue. An E.M.P is set off and the Horseman crumples to the floor. The one problem with the military grade powered suits, too heavy to move in without power. Arthur quickly moves forward and stuffs a grenade inside the armor. Blood paints the walls as Arthur makes his way past Dahvin.
The other two scream in rage as they watch their friend blown to hell. Just about now Arthur should be getting out of his armor and setting the last trap. Dahvin was already out of his armor and more than ready to kill the next Horseman. As they sprint up the stairs Dahvin dives back, pulling back on the petal and setting the spring. Dahvin dives behind a wall just in time for the Horsemen to see his feet, the automatic weapons of the Horsemen tear into the surrounding walls. As they sprint forward Dahvin can hear the pinging sound of one of the men setting off the trap. A half dozen grenades are slung at the Horsemen and they start to try to move. The next few seconds are a blur of fire, light and ringing from the explosions of six high explosive grenades.
When Dahvin looks around the wall he sees that the two men had dove behind pillars and are now pointing their weapons at him. He could feel death’s bony hand reaching for him when another flash bang goes off in between the three men. When he came to his senses Dahvin was in the final position and Arthur was looking over towards the men. Next to Dahvin and Arthur were two mannequins with their riot gear on. Too bad they can’t keep it, ballistic armor is very valuable in this chaotic world. They quickly dive out a window as they hear the Horsemen approach and fire explodes out the window they had just leapt from. Dumb bastards actually fell for the bait.
Beaten and tired, the two men make their way West with not much more than their marksman rifles. Hoping to find a new life out there protecting people, Dahvin just hopes that the fires of their bombs are not as hot as the everlasting flames those Horsemen are condemned to.